Thinking of this community, feeling waves of inspiration and unfolding, seeing no goal except you, each of you, trembling with fear at the thought of each meeting holding the seed of my destruction, committed to this constant rebirth, loving my inadequacy, feeling kinship about confusion and love and pain and joy. Come find me, please. Through the shifting masks I wear, please, come find me. Ill do the same and the assumption I cant shake is that you want me to know you and you want to know me. Is that the definition of faith, an unshakable assumption? Even if my knowing you were to be known that you wish to be alone, even that has me liking you more. Your poetry and mine create something that is life worth living. Time to awake and do it again.
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 14:10:07 +0000
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